Broken record broken record broken record...

I'll never forget where I was the night John Kerry shocked the shit out of me and beat Geo in a debate.

After all that punditry I swallowed this week about how sanitized, anesthetized, and regulated this thing would be, I was shocked at the excitement level it maintained for 90 minutes. While John Kerry finally proved he was born with a pair, Bush appeared as a doddering assmonkey. He stammered, blundered, and reached for words that never came. The calm, suave (pronounce: swa-vay) Connecticut Texan who trounced Ann Richards, and the self-assured plain-talker who defeated Gore have left the building.

What I saw at the podium was a hopelessly overmatched shadow-boxer, with a two-punch arsenal. Left jab: "What kind of message is that, to send to the troops?" Right hook: "My opponent says 'wrong war, wrong place wrong time'..." He backpedaled all night, but never dropped his better-than-you attitude.

John Kerry debated points and issues. Geo was quoting his own commercials. He didn't just approve those messages. He studied them.

I can't believe Bush is going to be president for four more years.